Zayn's breath was warm against her cheek. His hand brushed her jaw, slow and careful, like he was asking permission without words. The bedroom was quiet-just the soft hum of the ceiling fan and the sound of her heartbeat threatening to burst from her chest."Tell me to stop," he whispered, lips barely an inch from hers.Benny didn't say anything. Her mouth was dry. Her body screamed yes, but her mind... her mind went somewhere else.His hand slid around her waist, pulling her closer."I've wanted this," he murmured, "since the day I saw you."His words lit a match in her. She leaned in-Then froze."Benny?" His voice cracked. "Did I-did I do something wrong?"She backed up to the edge of the bed, arms folded across her chest, heart racing for the wrong reasons now. Shame wrapped around her like a second skin."I'm sorry," she whispered. "I can't... not like this."